The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-08-26
ADARKY DIALECT SKETCH.
rhe Domestic Trials and Tribulations
of Pottsworth, of Arkansaw.

rba Domestic Trials and Tribulations
of Pottsworth, of Arkansaw.
opie Read, of the Arkansato Traveller,
,ete well into negro nature in the following
sketch:
aWell. Pottsworth." said the Governor,
addressing an old negro whom he met in the
state house. yard, where the Traveller
,,,,morist was enjoying a siesta at the time
81 heard prebUy pau lePoiC apouo you une
other day."
ssWhat's de folks been sayin' erbout me,
Mars Simon? Pears like da amt neber
irvine ter let de ole man erlone."
Il heard thatyou whipped your wife sew
'ssay yer did heah data"
eyes"
"WeIl. sab, I.reckon it's de trufe."
You ought to be ashamed of such an out
sHole. hole on, let us argy bout dat, Mars
Simon. EVERYBODY OATS erquainted wild me
knows dat Use or peaceable pusson. It's
knowd all ober de 'munity dat I'll STAN ter
be trod on er good many times TO I'll show
ner bristles Folks has trod on me, sab;
white and black has trod on me, an den
seed me git up smilin' like err Christun; an,
sah. de thing got ter be SO pop'ler dat mer
own wife-de wife O dis heah bosom (strik-
ing his breast, thought dat she couldn' long
Ter good s'ciety lessen she tried Der han.
We'll sab, she tried it, an fur er laung time
didn't pay no ertenhon ter her, but arter
while 'gunter feel sorter noyed. Hit me
wild er wash-bo'd luther day-split de bod,
am IL cost er quarter-an' it hut me, sab, it
did but lowed ter mersef dat better not
nav no 'tention ter her. Shortly after dat
come home one day sorter hbely. want,
drunk but somehow she didn't look at in dat
Ight. Wimin is cuts dat way. Doan know
L l. ,N@ I,,4 IL
er fack. Whut yer reckon dat lady done,
Marse Simon|
"Gave you a forcible piece of her mind, L
suppose
Maid no 'tention ter hit Tell yer whut she
done. She waited till l got ter sleep, den
tied me hard an fas' in de bed. Bout de
time she got me tied good woke up. Look
we're, FlaVy, whut yer doinp 'Doan 'Sturb
yerse'f by tryin' ter talk vile yer's SO sick,
fur I'se erfeered dat it mout hurt yer she
piled. She went ter er bar1 dat set in de
cornder, tuck out de carpet rags and de set
fin hen, fixed de hen ON her aigs in ernuder
cornder, an den 'gunter tar de barl to
pieces. Whit yer 'stroyln' dat fine piece er
swer me err tall, but, takin' up one O. de
slaves, she cum uptp to der bed. Ia kere,
ia kere,' says /, fur seed de lady's plans.
'Doan yer bit me wild dat stave, fur eff yer
do dar's gwine to be some wool scattered
roun' desc yere premises. Bout dat time
,ker-bim' she took me wild dat stave, AM, de
Law'd or, MASSEY, thought wuz gwine ter
bnin up right dar in mer own bed, dat cos
me two dollars and er hat Want no use
to rare and scotch, so | thought I'd try
'suasion-and da do say dat Use er fust-rate
han at de mourner's bench. %, dear sister
Flavy,' yelled, thinkin' dat I'd hit her on
de stranth o. de church, let dis cup pass;'
ker-whack! oh, Sister Flavy, turn yer
bright min on de day O. de penticos'.
ibid that cause her to desist?" the Cover
nor asked.
Come ergin."
''Did she stop"
wall, sab, KANT say dat she did till
she'd dun wore me bedaciously out. Oh,
thought was gwine ter melt right dar an
run out ON de flo, but l didn't. She got
through finally an went away on er visit
ter some o. de neighbors, leabin' de door
open. / 'gunter thank de Lawd dat was by
merse'f onct mo-, when all at onct l heard
suthin' Lookin' up de bes' l could l seed
three sheep, two ole rams an er ole 20 COM
in in.
"Good Sheep said I, has yer come ter
pity er POI MANI Barr says one O. de
rams, an 'bip' he tuck me, an de naixt
thing | know'd de uder one tuck me 'ker
BIN, bim' Oh, how hollered. Il make
yer pay fur dis, yer trifn' scoun'uls,'
hollered. 'Ketch yer out on de common an
maui yer.' 'Ker-bip' er ole ram tuck me
ergin Dot time he knocked all mer senses
outen me, an doan know how laung da
bumped me- fur de naixt thing recollecks
wuz lynn dar wild de prope off. didn't say
nuthin, an Flavy neber let on, but wuz
longin' ter git well ernuff ter-han'le de lady.
Day afore yesterday, while | wuz gwine
erlaung home, found er hoop-pole | took
it erlaung, sorter smilin' to merself. Flavy
wuz out In de yard, an knowin' dat could
outrun her I didn't feel erfeerd
"'Whut yer dom, Flavy!' says l, walk
in out ter whur she wuZ.
"'Countin' de young chickens says she.
GLOW is yer feelin' dis ebening?
"'Well, gins yer thanks.
"'Honey,' says l. de doctor tells mo dat
yers gettin' too fat an dat yer oughter take
mo- exercise like de white ladies, an clud-
ed dat I'd hep yer take it
"'Oh, yer's or good man, POTTS. says she,
IAN Use alrno' sorry dat whipped we do oder
day
rs yer, honeyP
Deed is
'Sho 'nuffP
Didn't tell yer deed is?
"'Oh, yer 'courageS me so much,' SAYS l..
Honey, Use dun fotch de thing dat'll gin
yer de exercise
Eyer doan' tell mep
" 1 does fur er fack.'
Den stepped ter de cornder o. de house
whar had lef' de hoop-pole.
Ivy, dat's er funny thing ter exercise
Wild
"'Yas,' says l, an ker-whop wrapped it
all erroun' her. She made at me, but, huh,
dat lady wuz too fat ter ketch me. Ebery
time she'd try ter git outen de yard I'd fetch
her er wallop, an yer oughter heered dat
lady yell Now yer knows all erbout it,
Mars Simon; an femme tell yer de lady sense
takin' dat dose err medicine is settled down
inter er right spectacle oman. Good-day.
'Bleeged ter yur fer yer kline an p'lite ten
ton, sah."